Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By His Uncle
Fael rejected Seraphine's bond and left her bleeding in the rain. She should have died that night. Instead, she was saved by Darius Varyn, Fael's banished uncle and sworn enemy. In the forbidden North, Darius offered her something Fael never did: acceptance, protection, and a chance to be the Luna she was always meant to be.
Six years later, Seraphina has built a life with Darius and raised her son, Aurelian, in peace. Until Fael returns with a devastating prophecy. Forced to return to the place of her greatest trauma, Seraphina must navigate political schemes, a mistress bent on destroying her, and two Alphas fighting for the throne. But when a shocking truth about Aurelian's bloodline is revealed, and a piece of her past comes back for her, the tides grow thicker.
And when her power awakens, the prey becomes the predator.
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Chapter 3
Seraphine's POV
The moment I uttered those words, time stood still.
My eyes searched his face for a reaction, anything at all.
Eventually... he spoke.
"You think you can play me for a fool in front of my pack?" he snarled.
He held the moonstone I had presented to him and crushed it in his palm before throwing what remained of it to the ground.
"Explain yourself, Seraphine. Right now. How dare you claim that is my pup when you've been nothing but a barren disappointment for two years?"
I backed against the wall.
"It is not a claim, it is the truth. Doctor Cuwan tested me and told me himself that I am a week gone. From that night last week when we had the pack meet, and you were angered by men from Alpha Serbian's pack, you came to our room and shared yourself with me, remember? You held me as your mate until dawn. This is the result."
He laughed.
"Varyns do not breed with damaged, lowborn strays like you. You think a glowing rock proves anything? I've joined with you countless times, poured my hopes into you, and now suddenly, when I have been buried in pack business and haven't lain with you in days, you magically conceive?"
"That's...I can't explain it, but I really am pre-nngh!"
He grabbed me to his side and pressed his palm to my stomach, feeling around for signs of life. Fael's lip curled when he felt a heartbeat and his hand didn't pull away this time; instead, his claws pressed against the fabric, sharp tips dimpling my skin. A threat so cold I knew he meant to harm the baby inside me.
My eyes widened when I felt his claw break through my skin.
"Tell me, little omega, whose seed actually fathered this unhallowed child? Because it sure as the Moon isn't mine."
He was going to harm the child inside me.
"Fael, please," I whispered. "Listen to me-"
"I've listened enough."
He released my wrist only to grab my throat, slamming me back against the wall.
The other Alphas that had been in the hall with him had started trooping out. Finding amusement in the scene.
His hand tightened, claws grazing my stomach, and I screamed from the pain and terror.
"You will go to the healer's den, and you will have him rip that thing out of you before the next moonrise. Or I'll do it myself, right here."
I screamed, my hands flying to protect my stomach.
"No! Fael, stop! The pup! Our pup!"
I twisted, shoving at his arm with all my strength.
"Please, Moon above, no! It's yours! I beg you, feel it! Sense it!"
He growled and bared his fangs.
His eyes carried genuine hurt.
"Sense what? A faithless whelp from some lowly wolf who might've taken pity on you? You disgust me, Seraphine. You've shamed me, shamed the Varyn line. I should have never marked you."
"Fael... mate... please..."
With a savage snarl, he shoved me harder against the wall, his claws grazing my stomach, and I screamed again in agony.
"Stop!"
He released my throat, and I felt he had finally listened.
Only for him to step back just enough to chant the words that every mated wolf dreaded.
"By the Moon Goddess, I, Fael Varyn, Alpha of the Grimfang Pack, sever the bond between us. I reject you, Seraphine. I reject our bond."
The pain in my stomach was nothing compared to what hit next. It felt like a thousand silver blades slicing through my chest, my wolf howling in agony as the mate bond shattered.
I collapsed to my knees, clutching at my heart, gasping for air that wouldn't come.
I looked up through tear-filled eyes, blood seeping from the wounds on my belly.
"I wish I had never met you."
A copper taste filled my mouth.
"Fate will punish you for this. You will regret it!"
He scoffed, grabbing my arm and hauling me toward the door.
"Fate abandoned you long ago. Now get out."
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I was thrown out of the pack gates.
It was raining. He had not given me a single suitcase, and my clothes were soaked in muddy water. My tears streaked my face in the design of roots, and I sobbed for what seemed like hours.
In a pathetic attempt to save the life of my little one, I forced my wolf to shield the pup within, letting my own skin bruise and ache in its place-the price of internal mending. But I didn't care.
Fael. Mate.
Those words kept ringing in my head. How did it all come to this?
How?
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I was a dot near losing consciousness. But a pair of arms slid under my side and lifted me from the ground.
In a weak intake of breath, I tried to make out who it was. But I couldn't. My vision was blurry, but all I knew was that we were moving.
Moving where?
"I-I....w-who are...."
My words were barely audible. But he had heard me.
"Reserve your strength."
"Mm... My...my pup."
He placed a hand on my stomach.
"It's healing just fine."
I was curious about who this man was. He smelt like mountains, plum-bloom cologne, and ash, pinewood ash to be specific. But nothing familiar in the least.
"Your pup will be okay. I'm taking you somewhere I can tend to your wounds properly."
"Where....?"
"My home." He looked down at me, feeling the need to add the next sentence. "In the mountains up north."
The West never crossed over to the North. This man was carrying me to forbidden territory. It was known knowledge that banished wolves all took solace in the north.
And under the rule of one man, and one man only.
Darius Varyn.
The fates had truly forsaken me.
I forced the words out of me. Panic settled deep in my bones because of how firm he held me.
"Why?"
"You're asking why I'm taking you to my home?"
I managed a nod.
"Because I want to claim you and your pup as mine."
My tired eyelids snapped open almost immediately.
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8.4
Seraphina died betrayed. She perished in flames-poisoned by Darius, the fated mate she'd foolishly loved. Her childhood sweetheart, who sacrificed her only to save his mistress.
Reborn five years earlier, Seraphina vows: Never again. No more submissions. No more suffering his cruelty. This time, she'll rewrite her destiny - then she meets Kairos.
The Untamed Alpha King who loathes the mate bond after his own betrayal. Her second-chance mate - a bond that will kill her if she rejects it.
Now, caught between Kairos' relentless pursuit and Darius' desperate attempts to reclaim her, Seraphina faces an impossible choice:
Drown the world in vengeance... or risk her shattered heart on the mate who could either heal her scars or destroy her completely?
7.1
I was eight months pregnant, waiting on the sofa for my billionaire husband to come home.
But when the heavy oak doors opened, Cayden threw a fake DNA test on the glass table, showing a zero percent probability of paternity.
He accused me of carrying another man's bastard. I cried and begged, swearing I was framed by his childhood friend, Carmella. He didn't listen. Instead, he ordered his massive bodyguards to pin me down while a private doctor forced an abortion pill down my throat.
"The Merritt family does not raise bastards. Get rid of it."
He forced me to sign divorce papers and ordered his men to throw me out into the freezing storm. Before I was dragged away, I desperately told him the truth: I was the anonymous donor who gave him a kidney to save his life three years ago.
He just sneered, saying Carmella had the surgical scar to prove she was the donor, and kicked me out to die.
Lying in the freezing rain, vomiting up the half-dissolved poison to save my baby, I didn't understand how the man I loved could be so completely blind. How could he let that woman steal my kidney, my marriage, and murder his own flesh and blood?
Five years later, I returned to New York not as his pathetic discarded wife, but as a top-tier medical fixer for the global elite.
And my genius five-year-old son has already infiltrated his mansion, ready to tear his empire apart from the inside.
9.6
One hundred years ago, the witches cursed every she-wolf to be barren.
It was vengeance for their slain matriarch. It was meant to end the war. Instead, it nearly ended the werewolf race.
Werewolves were forced to interbreed with humans to survive, and the once-proud kingdoms fractured. Only one bloodline remained untouched by the curse, the ancient Lycans of Lupenreich, protected by powerful shamanic magic. Coveted by werewolves, hunted by witches, despised by vampires, the Lycans became both salvation and threat.
And now, only one true heir remains...
Sybil von Rosen was never meant to grow up among humans. Born a Lycan princess through a human surrogate, she was stolen from the castle as an infant by the very woman meant to nurse her, a woman who turned out to be a witch.
Hidden beneath a powerful spell that caged her wolf and erased her scent from the supernatural world, Sybil was raised knowing exactly who she was... and exactly what she had been bred for.
A womb. A crown. Her bloodline's legacy.
But Sybil was never meant to be a broodmare queen.
She grew up human with the strength and senses of a shewolf and the magic of the witches, which got transferred to her while she was still in the womb of her surrogate.
She's strong, intelligent, disciplined, and lethal. An MMA champion. A combat instructor for a private military contractor. A woman who learned to fight before she ever learned to howl.
When the magic of her witch mother begins to fade, and the werewolf King finally tracks them down, Sybil is summoned back to a kingdom that remembers her only as its missing heir.
Betrayed by her hybrid fiancé, who abandoned her to marry the princess of their kingdom, Sybil made a decision that will shake three kingdoms.
She returned. Not for love. Not for duty. For revenge...
But the throne comes with chains.
Instead of marrying one Alpha, she is bound to four-the Alpha Guardians of Lupenreich. Ruthless. Powerful. Pureblood. Feared across kingdoms. And fate claims they are her mates.
There's only one problem.
Sybil cannot feel her wolf, for it was caged deep within her soul. She cannot smell her mates. She is a Lycan princess trapped in a wolfless body.
While her four Alphas believe they are claiming their future Luna and Queen, Sybil is already planning something far more dangerous.
She will not stand beside a king.
She will not be used to breed to secure bloodlines.
And she certainly will not be ruled.
If the kingdom wants a queen... They're about to kneel to a rebel queen.
Because Sybil von Rosen is not an ordinary Luna.
She is the last Lycan heir. The forbidden daughter of witches. The mate of four Alpha Guardians.
And she intends to take the throne for herself and will bow to no one.
9.6
18+ Reader Advisory:
This story contains mature themes and content intended strictly for adult readers.
From Chapter Nine onward, there is no turning back.
If you choose to continue, you do so at your own discretion.
Freya loved him for ten years... only to discover he had been sharing her bed with her sister. Heartbroken and betrayed, she walked away, leaving her title as Luna behind.
But freedom was a lie... her parents sold her to the Lone Wolf, a man feared, cursed, and utterly dangerous.
He is possession... demanding, intoxicating, and impossible to resist. Every touch, and every heated glance ignites her, but when he discovers she holds the key to breaking his curse, his desire turns darker, and more consuming.
She is no longer just temptation... she is necessity, and he will not let her go.
She hates him... yet a part of her aches for him, drawn to the man beneath the beast.
What will happen when the man cursed with emptiness and eternal loneliness discovers the woman who could break his curse?"
7.6
I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip.
Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes.
His pale chest was torn open to the bone.
I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop.
He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel.
And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain.
A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days.
My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid.
"Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume."
If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed.
But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap.
How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself?
I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive.
Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face.
"Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire."
This time, I will rewrite my own fate.
9.8
I stood at the edge of the freezing pond on the Boone estate, my body trembling with a fear that rattled my bones. Across from me, Amanda Olsen looked immaculate in her cashmere coat, a sharp contrast to the jagged reality I was trying to hold together.
"Why?" I whispered. Amanda just smiled, admitting she killed Grandpa Boone because he actually liked me. She pulled out a thick envelope-divorce papers Cordero had signed that morning. She told me he called me a parasite and was celebrating with her the night I suffered a miscarriage.
Before I could even scream, Amanda lunged and shoved me into the icy water. My heavy wool coat acted like a sponge, dragging me into the artificial abyss. I thrashed and gasped for air, but Amanda just stood on the bank, watching me drown with her hands tucked casually in her pockets.
As my lungs burned and the darkness closed in, I realized I had spent my entire marriage taking their abuse. I was the "foster trash" and the "gold digger" who let them win every single time. I was dying alone, hated by the husband I had tried so hard to love, while my murderer stood victorious on the shore.
I never fought back. I just let them destroy me.
Then, a violent spasm tore through my body. I sat up gasping, sucking in dry, air-conditioned oxygen instead of murky pond water. I wasn't dead. I was back in the opulent master suite, surrounded by red rose petals and wedding decorations.
The digital clock glowed: October 14, 2019. I had gone back five years to the very night my nightmare began.
The bathroom door clicked open, and Cordero stepped out, looking at me with the same cold disgust I remembered. But as I gripped the silk sheets, a new resolve hardened in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. This time, the Boone family was going to find out exactly what happens when you push someone too far.